Bushwick Page #3

Janitor.

How do you know this?

I really want to just go home.

Good luck.

LUCY:

Wait, where are you going?

Hoboken.

LUCY:
Why?

My wife and my son are there.

LUCY:
Well, I just need to get

to Cypress Avenue.

It's just a couple blocks

that way.

Sorry. I can't help you.

No, no. Please.

Don't leave me here.

Please don't leave me here.

Please.

The main assault's

probably over.

They're gonna be

canvassing block by block.

Just keep your head down.

You'll be all right.

[ Lock clicks ]

[ Explosions, gunfire ]

Wait.

Sniper.

STUPE:

I got it.

Wait.

What the f*** are you doing?

[ Gunfire, siren wailing ]

Aah!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Man grunts, thud ]

- STUPE:
Stay down.

- [ Car alarm blaring ]

You're gonna get us both killed.

[ Gunshots ]

This is f***ed up.

We need to find cover.

[ Gunshots continue ]

Sh*t.

The school.

The school.

[ Gunshots ]

Oh, my God.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

Come on.

You know where you're going?

I used to go to school here.

What's upstairs?

There's a science lab

and a library

and a study hall and, um...

Can we get up to the roof?

Yeah. Teachers used to

go up there and smoke.

Okay. Let's get up there

and take a look around

and see if we can see out

on the street.

Then we get the hell

out of here.

Okay.

- [ Door opens ]

- Sh*t.

[ Radio chatter ]

Do you have a compact?

What?

A compact, the mirror.

Oh, God.

[ Bang ]

[ Radio chatter ]

STUPE:
Go.

Go, go, go ahead.

Go ahead.

WOMAN:

Don't shoot, please!

[ Gunshots, screaming ]

[ Radio chatter ]

[ Footsteps ]

Sh*t.

Hold it.

Hold it.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Grunting ]

MAN:

Ah! Grenade!

[ Click ]

- [ Explosion ]

- Oh, f***.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Do you want them to figure out

we're up here?

Holy sh*t.

You're bleeding.

Yeah, I know.

I got to take care of it.

We can go over here.

Let's go over here.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, my God.

What are you gonna do?

Take this glass out of my leg.

Then cauterize this wound.

I'm gonna need you to help me.

LUCY:

What?

I can't do this.

I-I don't know

how to cauterize a leg.

You... You need a doctor.

Oh!

Hold that there.

Hold it there, just like that.

All right.

All right.

LUCY:

Oh, God.

STUPE:

When I take this glass out,

I'm gonna need you to count

to five for me, okay?

- LUCY:
Uh, uh, okay.

- STUPE:
Okay?

Take it out, count to five.

LUCY:

Okay. Yeah.

- Oh, God.

- [ Stupe groaning ]

LUCY:

Oh, God.

STUPE:

All right, ready? Count.

LUCY:
One.

Two.

Three, four, five.

- Five.

- [ Groaning ]

Now what?

STUPE:
I need you to do

the other side for me.

- No.

- Just like I did.

- Oh, f***.

- I need you to do it.

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